Jabba's Little Mate

This voice inside, I'm always self critical
And it gets stuck on repeat, in a loop
It's neurotic and pitiful
There's nothing that it can say
That I haven't thought
About myself
Except for that thing you just said
Yeah thats worse

You make me sad
My monologue won't be silenced
I should be glad
I try to find acceptance

I'm practising, wanting the things that I have
And it's under control and I feel like I've actually got a plan
These thoughts can run away
And the snowfall starts
Inside my mind
Blanketing optimism in the ice
But I can thaw

You make me sad
My monologue won't be silenced
I should be glad
I try to find acceptance

Shrug
Shrug it off
Neurons like worms
Burrowing
Into the ripe fruit
The best version of me
The best version of me

You make me sad
My monologue won't be silenced
I should be glad
I try to find acceptance
You make me sad
My monologue won't be silenced
I should be glad
I try to find acceptance now
I'm spiralling down

Like a puncture
In the side of a plane
I am watching
The high spirits drain
Your smile is a parachute
But your smile is a parachute
It will be OK
Like a pucture
In the side of a plane
I am watching
The high spirits drain
Your smile is a parachute
But your smile is a parachute
Like a puncture
In the side of a plane
I am watching
The high spirits drain
Your smile is a parachute
But your smile is a parachute
Yeah your smile is a parachute
Cause your smile is a parachute
It will be ok
And your smile is a parachute
But your smile is a parachute



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